Drapes drawn aside   And doors open wide   So the draught in the room   Clears away your perfume      Your glass is washed   And your music is hushed   I remove every trace   Of your cold embrace      Shed your winter coat   And sow the seeds of vernal sun   Melt water will flow   And irrigate spouts of zest to come      Sandals on feet   Hapscotch boards on the street   And the first ice cream cone   Means at last you're gone      When you're giving in   That's the sure sign of spring   'Seasons cycle' I smile   You'll be back in a while